Hyoutarou had countless wounds on his body, and a scratch on his ribs was nothing at all, but this incident woke him up from drinking, and the cool breeze in the morning suddenly cleared his mind.
"Sire, do you want to go home and take a rest? You haven't slept all day and night..." The member of the sword-drawing team next to him asked with concern.
"No, I'm still excited right now. No need to rest. Let's go to the military camp now. The brothers on rotation should all go back to rest. I'm going to see their reaction to the Chinese Code..."
Walking from the hillside to the Battou Corps barracks on the outskirts of the city, passing through half of the city, was an eye-opener for Hyoutaro. The whole city has completely exploded, and the expressions on people's faces are all kinds of strange, some are excited, some are annoyed, some are dejected, and some are beaming.
I also met a lot of acquaintances on the road. Shopkeeper Niu from the Sihai Chamber of Commerce walked through the streets with his chest out and the protection of a group of clerks. He didn't want to sit in the sedan even though there was a sedan available, so he had to enjoy the attention of everyone.
The introduction of the Chinese order was obviously hasty. According to Xiao Letian's original plan, when the title was conferred, seals and badges made of gold, silver, or jade and jade should be given to prove the rank of the noble.
Of course, Xiao Letian is not opposed to people showing off. On the contrary, he also hopes that these nobles will show off in a high-profile way, so that the envious eyes will be more fierce. Only in this way can the enthusiasm of the people be stimulated.
Seals, noble medals, and strict-level dress ribbons, and finally the special decorations and statues on the residence. These things can reflect the unique status of the nobles and are also the specific manifestations of the system of six nobility and eighteen ranks.
It's impossible to purchase mass merchandise from a factory to reflect your status. It has to be handmade by top craftsmen from all over the world. Xiao Letian doesn't have that much time to prepare. Last night's canonization ceremony was actually to give everyone a hand-signed copy. The canonization order was then stamped with the prime minister's seal.
Everyone has a tendency to show off, so who doesn’t want to show off? But this thin page of canonization order is too small. It can't be held on top of the head, right? Wouldn't it just be like ordinary people blocking the street to complain about injustice? It would be embarrassing if word spread.
But there is no external object to prove oneself, so how can anyone know that he is a noble when walking on the street? I’m so confused. Why is it so difficult to show off?
How about hiring a dozen servants each to build a big tin trumpet and shout throughout the streets, "Who is the baron? Come and see... This is the man..."
Damn it, isn’t this just a parade on the streets? This is the treatment for criminals who go to Caishikou to behead their heads, but I won’t do it. To be an aristocrat, you must have this kind of low-key luxury, and you must be able to let others know your identity without opening your mouth. This is a master.
Not to mention, this man is really smart, especially the businessmen like Shopkeeper Niu and Boss Mi are full of cleverness. They suddenly remembered the idiom of buying a casket and returning a pearl.
"That's right, don't I have the Prime Minister's canonization order? And the people of Ryukyu already know about the existence of rolling paper. Isn't it just for me to promote this thing?"
Good guy, countless servants rushed into the gold and silver shops, antique shops, pawn shops in Naha City... They didn't want anything and just looked for the most expensive box. The more expensive the better.
The rosewood box that originally contained black pearls was bought at a high price. The precious pearls were poured into the torn leather pocket as if they were thrown away. The box was polished and then respectfully put in with the canonization order.
Among the servants, a tall and handsome man wearing clean clothes and holding a box was swaggering around, and then there were more than a dozen subordinates surrounding him. With this posture, others would know that he was a freshly baked and steaming Sir!
This method was indeed effective enough. Shopkeeper Niu and his group were noticed by everyone along the way, and people bowed and saluted wherever they passed. This was an honor that they had never enjoyed before in eight lifetimes.
Hyoutaro couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it. He thought that his behavior on the hillside was already enough, but compared with these businessmen, it was really far behind.
The guard next to him asked in a low voice, "How about we find a box and carry it with us?"
"Baga...are you an idiot? Are there any people in Ryukyu who don't know me? Do I need to be so conspicuous? Hurry up and get the horse, let's go to the barracks quickly..."
He saw too many people showing off along the way, and Hyoutaro's heart gradually calmed down. When he returned to the familiar military camp, he found that none of the brothers who had been on duty all night had slept, and breakfast had been prepared in the cafeteria. , there are a lot of fragrant rice porridge, fried herring, open canned beef, steamed buns and flatbreads.
No one enjoyed such a sumptuous breakfast. Almost all the soldiers in the spacious canteen were lying on the table writing. Hyoutaro looked around and saw that there were Chinese application forms one after another.
"General? Salute!" Suddenly someone spotted Hyoutaro, and the soldiers in the cafeteria stood up to salute Hyoutaro.
"Relax! Move freely... Why are you so anxious to write a Chinese application? The Grand Council has not been established yet. You can't expect the Prime Minister, the head of the interim preparatory committee, to authorize every soldier, right?"
"Don't be anxious. After a while, when the Citizens' Council and the Nobles' Council are established, there will be a dedicated person in charge to contact you..."
Hyoutaro's persuasion was ineffective for these soldiers. The junior officers smiled bitterly and said, "Sir... no, no, no, I should call you Sir!"
"We can't wait! This is a once-in-a-lifetime, three-lifetime opportunity! You, Lord Nohira, and Ryoma-sama are already our idols, and we will not fall behind. We have to fight with the swords in our hands. Come up with a future!"
"Yes, we don't dare to think about being knighted. Those who can become nobles are all rich and noble people whose ancestors have souls and are protected by the Buddha! But we Ba Dao team members, who followed the Prime Minister through life and death, have to work hard and change our citizenship. no problem!"
"Today we apply to join the Chinese ethnic group. When we go back, the military council will recalculate the military merits of each of our veterans, and they will eventually become citizens. By then, if we learn more, maybe we can become a minor official or something after retirement... "
"Our ideals are not that big. We would be satisfied if we could be a police chief, a peace officer, or something like that! Or we could go to a recruit camp and be an instructor. I think that would be enough!"
Countless faces, countless longing eyes, and countless hearts of reverence for the future made these warriors from Fuso completely put their hearts in the Chinese clan.
Hyōtaro knew he couldn't persuade them anymore, so he could only pat everyone on the shoulders and smile and encourage everyone. When he returned to the headquarters, he found that Nohira Tai and Sakamoto Ryoma had been watching him from the window.
"The military spirit can be used! The military spirit can be used... I didn't expect that the Prime Minister's Hua Clan Order would be so supported by the military and civilians. I never expected it!" Hyoutaro smiled after entering the room and took off his sword.
